CRY OUT [Oneshot] - Part 2

[h_itoshi]

Title: CRY OUT
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2, SuG
Pairing(s): Chiyu/Fujigaya, a little Nikaido/Senga
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 9701 (another two-part monster sorry)
Warnings: Rimming
Summary: Fujigaya just finds the guy pretty hot, that's all. Then Senga insists they go see their concert.
Notes: Jrock crossover!! Because Chiyu. Is hot. And that's pretty much the only reason this 9,7k fic exists haha. And a reason to write fanboy!gaya of course. Title is actually pretty self-explanatory.

Fujigaya shudders, and before he knows it he's in the backseat of a car, stealing glances at Chiyu gazing out the window on the other side.

All kinds of thoughts rushes through his mind, ranging from how he's not mentally prepared for this and wondering what underwear he has on, to the fact that he has no idea who this man is or even his real name.

But then Chiyu glances at him and smirks, promising and heated, and Fujigaya forgets everything besides how much he wants to get into his bed this instant.

The apartment is dark and pretty small, but Fujigaya hardly has time to take off his shoes, let alone look around, before he's pressed against the closed door and chapped lips find his in a heated kiss.

He's not used to this quick escalation of events, normally he's offered a drink or at least talks to the guy he's gonna sleep with for a few moments, but right now, he doesn't mind this at all.

Chiyu's even fiercer like this than on stage, hands trailing down Fujigaya's sides to grab his ass and pull him forward, grinding their hips together, making Fujigaya gasp into the kiss.

Chiyu seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue past Fujigaya's lips, hands on his ass squeezing a little and Fujigaya moans, feeling a bit overwhelmed, but so fucking attractive and he likes it way too much, hips bucking on their own.

Chiyu breaks the kiss with a chuckle that makes goosebumps form on Fujigaya's arms. “Not as sweet and awkward as you seem, are you?”

“Sorry to disappoint you.” Fujigaya says, but his voice is a little breathy and it doesn't come out as cocky as he would have liked.

“Not at all.” Chiyu breathes against his jaw before his mouth drops below it, lips caressing his throat. “I like confident better. Shit you've got a gorgeous throat.”

The vibrations against his skin makes Fuijgaya shudder, tilting his head to allow Chiyu's mouth more access, completely easy for both flattery and the wet kisses trailing down his throat and down to the neckline of his shirt.

Fujigaya's about to give a witty response, but he forgets what he was about to say when there's a hand running through his hair, twisting in the half long strands and tilts his head even more to the side, the other hand slipping under his T-shirt.

“Shit.” Fujigaya curses and clutches onto Chiyu's shoulders, almost starting to feel like he'd let himself be taken right here right now.

Again, Chiyu just chuckles, this time right against his skin and Fujigaya exhales harshly. “That easy, are you?”

The comment sparks Fujigaya's competitive side, even though he's already hard and would like to let Chiyu do pretty much anything to him. “Sometimes. I've been looking at you for weeks after all.”

Chiyu pulls back at that, letting go of Fujigaya's hair, a mischievous look in those eyeliner heavy eyes. “You have?”

“Yeah. That's why we came to see your live.” Fujigaya admits challengingly, but he can tell Chiyu likes hearing that, likes it a lot with the way he smirks and his hips roll into Fujigaya's.

“So you came to a concert... with a band you don't even like... Just for me to fuck you?” He asks, voice dropping lower and Fujigaya licks his lips instead of answering, the words sounding so much dirtier in Chiyu's voice than in his own head. Chiyu seems to see the answer on his face and grins, withdrawing his hands to grab Fujigaya's wrist hard enough for Fujigaya's blood to rush in anticipation, and drags him along to the bedroom after a breathed laugh. “Idols.”

Fujigaya almost expects to be shoved onto the bed immediately, but instead Chiyu uses the grip on his wrist to tug him close. The thought passes Fujigaya's mind that they could be the exact same height.

Chiyu's hands settle on his waist, slipping under the cardigan but over the T-shirt, warmth seeping through the fabric onto Fujigaya's skin, and Chiyu leans in a bit to talk against Fujigaya's ear. “Take that off, will you?”

Fujigaya gasps as Chiyu bites gently at his earlobe, but shifts a little to start sliding the cardigan off his shoulders. It's strangely hot to undress himself like this, with Chiyu so close, touching him, but not actively helping. As he twists his arms out of the garment Chiyu's hands slip under the next layer, onto his skin this time, and Fujigaya exhales sharply at the touch even though it settles just where his hands were before.

“This, too.” Chiyu mumbles against the shell of Fujigaya's ear, making Fujigaya shudder as he flicks his tongue out.

Fujigaya is more than willing to get out of his clothes, everything is so hot, and he grabs the hem of his T-shirt and pulls it up, Chiyu easily leaning away when he pulls it over his head and drops it on the floor.

Chiyu's mouth is back against his ear immediately, hands tightening a little at his waist. “And the pants.”

Fujigaya hesitates for a second, because Chiyu's still fully dressed in his T-shirt and jeans, but then reaches for his own beltbuckle and starts undoing it, rewarded with a breathed laugh in his ear that makes the hairs at the back of his neck rise. He unbuttons the pants and shoves them down, and even though they're tighter than he normally wears, they easily slide down to pool at his ankles, letting him step out of them.

“Good.” Chiyu praises, then spins Fujigaya around, and before he knows it, he's falling onto the unmade bed on his back. Chiyu's quick to follow, crawling on top of him to fuse their mouths together again as his hands run all over Fujigaya's bare chest and thighs.

The kiss is sloppy, all tongue and breath as Fujigaya arches at the hands slowly sliding along his skin, searching out his sensitive spots with ease.

The kiss breaks when Chiyu pinches a nipple and Fujigaya falls out of the kiss with a moan he's not even ashamed of.

"Your lips are amazing." Chiyu breathes, raising a hand to trail fingertips along Fujigaya's slightly swollen lips, the friction causing tingles that spread in his body like a shiver. "So full and soft. They'd feel perfect wrapped around my cock."

Fujigaya groans at that, and Chiyu's fingertips seizes the opportunity to slip between his lips, startling Fujigaya a little.

"Suck for me, won't you babe?" Chiyu asks, gently dragging his fingers back out a little, slick with saliva against Fujigaya's lips.

Fujigaya feels a small blush creep onto his cheeks, but opens his mouth to take the fingers in, determined to be able to handle whatever this rocker-guy comes up with. Fujigaya's hardly innocent, but there's something about Chiyu, his heavy eyeliner and deep voice that makes Fujigaya feel dirtier than ever.

He does his best, flicks his tongue around Chiyu's fingers and lets him push them gently in and out until he pulls them free with a slick sound that could come straight from a porno.

Chiyu looks down at him with eyes dark as the night as Fujigaya unconsciously licks his lips to stop the itching tingles. "Yeah, I should definitely have you blow me."

Fujigaya feels heat rush through him at that, both proud and a little embarrassed, mostly because he gets the same pleasing feeling as when passing a test at the assessment.

Chiyu grins at his expression, a lopsided grin that is really just sexy, and lets his wet fingers drop to Fujigaya's skin, making him jump as Chiyu's hands again find his waist.

"I always hear I'm good at that." Fujigaya says, his voice a little breathy and he can't seem to muster his confident bedroom voice right now, not when Chiyu's is so much better and all he wants to do is obey him.

"Mm." Chiyu agrees, a smile teasing at the corner of his mouth. "I bet you love hearing that."

Fujigaya bites his lip to keep from shamelessly agreeing, and instead raises his hands to grab Chiyu's T-shirt and tug it off.

It messes Chiyu's hair up a little, but he just chuckles and raises the fingers Fujigaya had in his mouth to fix it, and Fujigaya's busy staring at his torso anyway. He's pretty slim, not unlike Fujigaya's own build, but he's got abs and the arm muscles of a bass player and Fujigaya licks his lips, lifting his hands to Chiyu's chest and trails them down over his muscles, making Chiyu's eyes flutter shut and his breath catch a little.

When his eyes open, they're piercingly dark, boring right into Fujigaya's nervous system and sets his nerve ends on fire, makes him push himself up from the bed to sit, hands dropping to Chiyu's belt.

Chiyu smiles, silvery hair falling into his eyes as he looks down at Fujigaya's hands working on the fastenings of his belt and pants.

“You really want to, don't you?” He says, amusement lacing his husky voice, and Fujigaya feels a touch to his cheekbone before fingers slip into his hair again. He tilts his head into the touch with a sound that is more an exhale than a moan, but the way Chiyu's fingers tighten makes it clear he understood how much Fujigaya likes that.

Fujigaya doesn't answer the question, knows he'll just embarrass himself trying to answer something smart, because it's true. He finally shoves Chiyu's pants down, damn rock fashion and crazy belts, and tugs down his underwear while he's at it.

Chiyu gasps and Fujigaya licks his lips when his erection springs free, and Fujigaya glances up at Chiyu through his bangs with a tiny smile before dropping to his elbows before him.

The amused breath Chiyu lets out turns into another gasp when Fujigaya licks at the head of his cock, tasting salty precome and warm skin.

He does it again, and the hand in his hair tightens enough for him to glance up with another small smile, his lips just millimeters from the head of Chiyu's erection that twitches with each of his breaths.

Chiyu's watching him intently with hooded eyes, lips slightly parted to release shallow breaths.

“You look too fucking good down there and you know it.” He says, voice deep as he gives a light tug on Fujigaya's hair. “Now suck my dick like you sucked my fingers.”

Fujigaya bites his lip to stifle the moan that wants to come out at the hair pulling and dirty words, but then obeys, wrapping his lips around the head of Chiyu's erection and flicks his tongue slowly all over before starting to slide his lips down.

Chiyu groans, the first real sound Fujigaya's drawn from him and it's enticing, low and deep, making Fujigaya want to hear so much more.

“Fuck.” Chiyu gasps as Fujigaya slowly lets his lips slide further and further down, determined to take him in all the way even though his jaw strains and he focuses to fight his gag reflex. He is proud of his blowjobs after all, and he wants to show Chiyu everything he can do. It's worth it when his nose meets skin and trimmed hair, when one of Chiyu's hands in his hair is grasping tightly and the other is almost trembling on his shoulder, his breathing quick and shallow as he mutters curses under his breath.

Fujigaya swallows instinctively once, but then pulls back enough to be comfortable just as slowly, remembering he'll have to sing tomorrow and should probably be more careful. The action rips a moan from Chiyu's lips, brighter than his other sounds, and it sounds good.

“Shit what did you do to get this good?” Chiyu asks when Fujigaya starts bobbing his head slowly and actually sucking, enjoying the way Chiyu's hard and hot in his mouth a little too much. “Blow your entire group?” He's cut off with a groan as Fujigaya flicks his tongue along the vein on the underside. “Agency?”

Fujigaya hums a protest, and the vibration causes Chiyu to shudder, but then he breathes a laugh, running his fingers through Fujigaya's hair as if apologizing for his words. Fujigaya hums again, this time in pleasure, and it causes Chiyu to groan and tug his hair lightly, urging him to go faster.

When Fujigaya doesn't, his grip relaxes, but his voice has some frustration in it. “Fucking tease.”

Fujigaya almost smiles, because yeah, he's good at that. He doesn't expect Chiyu to continue that sentence.

“But you can tease all you want. I can tell how much you like to suck my cock. It'll be my turn to tease eventually.” His voice is a little breathy, but mostly promising, and it sends heat to Fujigaya's already rock hard erection. It might be something he should be ashamed of, that he enjoys this, enjoys the numbness of his lips as he drags them along an erection, enjoys the strain on his jaw that's rewarded with moans and gasps, but he's not. Not right now.

The promise dripping from Chiyu's voice has him intrigued, and he seriously wants to be touched, now, so he pulls back with a slurping noise that sounds dirty even to himself.

Chiyu's fingers immediately trail from his hair to under his chin, urging him up enough to kiss him, cruelly rubbing his lips over Fujigaya's oversensitive ones, making Fujigaya whimper and it comes out desperate enough for him to blush a little.

Then he's on the bed again, back on the mattress as Chiyu shoves off his own clothes entirely, then pulls Fujigaya's underwear down and off.

“My turn to tease you now.” Chiyu mumbles against his ear, lips brushing his skin, and then starts mouthing his way down Fujigaya's chest.

Fujigaya's legs spread shamelessly when Chiyu's fingertips brush the inside of his thigh, and he moans out loud when Chiyu's lips close around a nipple at the same time as he drags calloused fingertips hard down his thigh.

He tries getting a hand into Chiyu's hair, but it's thick with hairspray and other styling products, and he ends up clutching at the hair at the back of his head while his other hand fists the sheets to get some tension out. When he looks around for some good strands to grab onto, he accidentally brushes Chiyu's ear and feels metal against his fingers, and he has to run his fingertips along the shell of his ear, counting to three silver hoops, and he can't help tugging a little at the last one. Chiyu gasps and pulls back from his nipple, shooting Fujigaya a heated glance before he kisses lower, down his chest until he reaches his navel, and stops.

The tip of his tongue curiously flicks out against the scar left from his piercing, and Fujigaya arches.

“You had a piercing here?” Chiyu asks into his skin, glancing up at him with interest glittering in his eyes, and Fujigaya can only nod breathlessly. “Hmm, you are something else than I expected.”

“I'll take that as a compliment.” He gets out, thoroughly distracted by the fingers on his thigh and Chiyu's chest brushing his erection when he moves.

Chiyu looks up at him, eyeliner the tiniest bit smudged, and paired with his amused smirk the image sends fire through Fujigaya's body and he flexes his hips without thinking.

“In a hurry, huh?” Chiyu asks, grinning, and then reaches up to untangle Fujigaya's hand from his hair. Fujigaya almost whines, because he likes having some kind of control over the situation and what's happening to him, but then Chiyu brings Fujigaya's hand to his mouth and presses a gentle kiss to Fujigaya's fingertips, and he figures that he's okay with this too. It's almost sweet, and when Chiyu places his hand down on the sheets, Fujigaya immediately twists his fingers in them instead.

The reason for Chiyu to remove his hand becomes obvious as his lips trail lower, easily avoiding Fujigaya's aching erection by choosing his hipbone instead, and Fujigaya does whine when Chiyu's shoulder brushes his erection as he gently bites at the skin of Fujigaya's hip.

Chiyu breathes another laugh, dark eyes locking to Fujigaya's again as he trails lower, down to his thigh. “Whining already? I haven't even started yet.”

Fujigaya shudders at that, wondering what exactly Chiyu has in mind, until he feels lips against the inside of his thigh, followed by a hot wet tongue.

He gasps, squirming a little because he's pretty unfamiliar with kisses there, and when Chiyu bites gently he's not sure whether he wants to spread his legs further or close them. A moan slips out, mostly in surprise, when Chiyu starts to suck, hard, and he realizes that there will definitely be a mark. On the inside of his thigh. He tries to remember whether he has to change in front of anyone the coming couple of days, but he can't sort out anything as complicated as days or schedules with his mind this clouded.

When Chiyu's mouth leaves his skin, he shivers at the cold suddenly hitting the throbbing mark he can't see but feels is there, and he closes his eyes to try and breathe properly. He doesn't get much of a chance though.

He feels fingers against his thigh, then a touch to his buttocks, spreading him open and exposing his rim, where there's suddenly hot breath and a warm, wet touch.

Fujigaya jerks and his eyes fly open, yelping in surprise, and it makes Chiyu pull back a little.

“Easy princess.” He says, his voice is so deep and reassuring that Fujigaya accepts the petname without even thinking. “Don't you like it?”

“I...” He tries, not sure what he wants to say, but then Chiyu licks at him again and he trails off with a moan, embarrassment and arousal making his cheeks burn.

He's never had this done to him before, and even though there has been more than one boyfriend saying they'd like to try, he's always made a face at them and told them no, just thinking of how fucking gross and unsexy the mere idea is.

But now, he feels anything but gross and unsexy, feels dirty and hot and embarrassed and he can't keep his hands from moving to Chiyu's hair, clutching handfuls of the stiff strands with a strangled noise.

He feels Chiyu's quick intake of breath and shudders, but then Chiyu's fingers spread him even more, and that tongue breaches the muscle of his rim, licking inside him.

Fujigaya can't make himself stay still, his hips flexing and thighs tensing, arching a little as uncontrollable sounds fall from his lips because he doesn't even know what he feels, if this is the best or worst thing anyone's ever done to him, only knows it makes him feel so hot.

He's both relieved and disappointed when Chiyu pulls back after he doesn't know how long, and he holds himself up above Fujigaya, who's still got his hands fisted in his silvery hair so hard his knuckles are almost white.

But Chiyu doesn't seem to mind, only looks down at Fujigaya with the darkest eyes he's ever seen, and Fujigaya has to look away, knowing he's a mess right now.

“Oh.” Chiyu says, and there's a hand on Fujigaya's cheek to turn his head back, and Chiyu takes in his face, can probably feel the heat radiating from Fujigaya's cheek. “I do think you liked that.”

“Just fuck me.” Fujigaya breathes back, closing his eyes as he's not beyond shame but well beyond caring about what he says right now.

“Gladly.” Chiyu says, and the laughter is gone from his tone, replaced with urgency as he untangles Fujigaya's hands from his hair again, before leaning over him to reach for something on his nightstand.

Fujigaya opens his eyes in time to see Chiyu rubbing lube onto his fingers while watching Fujigaya intently, a small smile finding his lips when he notices Fujigaya's gaze.

“You're just so fucking hot.” He explains, voice low, and the praise makes Fujigaya's skin prickle with want, hips bucking a little to convey his needs. Chiyu chuckles at him, but lowers his hand to between Fujigaya's legs. “And desperate.”

Fujigaya doesn't even bother thinking of protesting since he confirms the statement with the moan he lets out at the first finger inside him. It slips in easily, and it doesn't take Chiyu very long to get in another, crooking them the slightest and he has Fujigaya's back arching off the bed as he gasps for breath.

“Oh my god...” Chiyu mumbles under his breath, and Fujigaya's not sure how to interpret it. But judging from the way Chiyu's fingers get a little rougher, the grip of his other hand on Fujigaya's hip tightens, he thinks it's good. A few moments later, there is a third finger slipping in, and Fujigaya groans at the stretch that feels so good but isn't nearly enough.

Fujigaya's eyes keep falling closed at the pleasure, and he keeps his hands in the sheets best as he can as Chiyu's fingers stretches him thoroughly.

“Please say you're ready.” Chiyu asks after another few moments, and Fujigaya opens his eyes to see him breathing hard, watching Fujigaya like he's everything in the world.

“Yeah.” Fujigaya agrees, heat spreading over his skin as he sees just how hot Chiyu thinks he is.

The fingers are withdrawn immediately, and Fujigaya whines quietly at how empty he feels, left clenching at air, but he hears the crinkle of foil, and Chiyu's groan as he rolls the condom on, and he resists the urge to close his legs.

Chiyu's back between his legs in no time, clearly tired of toying with him now, and he's so hot with his hair tousled from Fujigaya's hands, chest heaving and eyes so so dark. For a split second Fujigaya wonders if this is what fangirls feel like, but then Chiyu pushes inside him and he throws his head back with a groan.

Chiyu lets him adjust, leans over him and presses a kiss to his neck, hands settling on either side of Fujigaya's waist to hold himself up.

“Okay?” He mumbles against Fujigaya's skin, and Fujigaya can only nod fervently and push back, trying to make Chiyu move.

As he pulls out and thrusts back in, slowly at first, Fujigaya can't keep his hands off anymore, one hand going straight for Chiyu's hair, since he really likes the hair, and the other clutches onto his shoulder, impressed with the muscles moving under the soft skin.

Fujigaya spares a moment to wonder if this is really happening, thinking about this afternoon when he was just going to a concert to see a guy he found hot, but then Chiyu angles his hips a little, hits him just right, and fuck yes this is happening.

Fujigaya's moan is high and guttural, but he doesn't care, doesn't care about anything but having Chiyu continue to fuck him, to continue feeling the moving muscles and sprayed hair under his fingers as he's overcome by heatwave after heatwave.

He hears Chiyu too, strains to hear the sounds, brighter little moans with every thrust as Fujigaya's body welcomes him as deep as he can go.

Finally, Fujigaya can't stand it anymore, breathless and air-headed and too overcome with sensations to even think, and moves the hand he has in Chiyu's hair down to wrap around his own neglected erection. He hisses at the contact, almost convulsing at the feeing since his cock hasn't been touched at all and he's so hard it almost hurts. He doesn't waste any time stroking himself, and the way Chiyu's sounds raise another octave is what inevitably brings him over the edge, tumbling into a world of sparkling colors.

Through the orgasm-haze, he feels Chiyu come too, feels him stiffen and draw his breath, and squeezes his shoulder a little tighter.

When his eyes can focus again, he looks up at Chiyu's face, looks at him breathing shakily with pink cheeks and he's a little sorry he didn't get to see his face when he came.

Chiyu's still holding himself above Fujigaya, amazingly enough, and Fujigaya raises a hand to run along his shaking biceps, feeling the muscles tense and at the brink of their capacity underneath the skin.

Chiyu shivers at the touch, and then leans back to pull out and clean himself up a little, then falls onto the sheets next to Fujigaya.

“Shit.” He says simply, then twirls a strand of Fujigaya's dark hair around his finger. “I've clearly been missing out when not fucking idols.”

Fujigaya just grins stupidly, not even caring someone's touching his hair. He was worried for a moment that Chiyu'd kick him out, but now he's convinced he can stay, and he easily slips into sleep.

It's a day of many mocking remarks, and interested inquiries later when Fujigaya checks his phone as he's changing from his dance clothes, careful not to let anyone look at him.

There's a mail from an address that's not in his contact list, and he frowns as he opens it, but then almost drops his phone.

If I'd known you could do that with your hips idol-boy, I'd have had you riding.

Fujigaya grins, for a moment wondering how the hell Chiyu got his mail address, but then types a quick answer before saving the contact into his phone.

There's a lot I can do with my hips. I could show you, if you want?

~*~

Comments

[justironic.livejournal.com]

Seriously though. I am SO HAPPY you wrote this. Like. REALLY REALLY HAPPY.

“Shit.” Fujigaya curses and clutches onto Chiyu's shoulders, almost starting to feel like he'd let himself be taken right here right now.

and gaya undressing himself unnnnffffff

"Suck for me, won't you babe?" Chiyu asks, gently dragging his fingers back out a little, slick with saliva against Fujigaya's lips.

A moan slips out, mostly in surprise, when Chiyu starts to suck, hard, and he realizes that there will definitely be a mark. On the inside of his thigh.
.......yes.

I love when Chiyu calls him princess. I'm not sure why I just love it ok.

There's a lot I can do with my hips. I could show you, if you want?
I VERY MUCH THINK GAYA SHOULD SHOW HIM.



Aaaah I'm so happy I have you vk crossover is the best. ♥

[h-itoshi.livejournal.com]

I'm happy you made me write it haha I'm kind of pleased now when I look at it :3

AND. Gotta tell you, about the princess thing. I came up with the line and that was the purpose of the whole porn part, to get to him saying that. D: So yeah I liked that line too. HEH.

Huge comment baby you're the best ily.